Unravelling Evie with Evangeline Lilly
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Evangeline Lilly carried two cups of coffee in disposable cups back from the catering tables to her seat, dodging carefully round people as everyone rushed to pour themselves a hot drink in the brief lapse in filming. She was filming Ant Man and the Wasp, in which she had a significantly bigger role than she had in the first Ant Man film. She gave pleasant smiles and small greetings to people that said hello to her until she got back to the little corner she had bagged with her favourite person on set, which was the story and character advisor. He was a guy a few years younger than her, around thirty, who was like a walking encyclopaedia of comic book information who was able to help her and all the other actors with details of their characters for filming, assisting them to capture the essence of the original writings into their modern performance. She had worked with him on the first movie in a lesser capacity, but now with her taking up the role of the Wasp she had worked much more closely with him to develop her portrayal for the big screen and they had really clicked, getting on great and just seeming to work so well together after his initial nerves at meeting her had subsided.
“Here's your coffee,” she said, standing the polystyrene cup on the small, high table in front of him and sliding onto her high stool opposite him with her own as he looked up from his tablet, which he was idly sketching things on.
“Thanks,” he said, pulling it towards him and looking up with a smile, popping the irritating plastic lid of that she always insisted on putting on lest she spill it before looking back down. She took in his smile; it was like a secret smile that he used only for her, never seeing him smile quite like that at anybody else.
“No problem,” she smiled, settling herself onto the stool. She was wearing her Wasp outfit, snug fitting one-piece bodysuit that it was, but she found it quite comfortable and easy to work with. She didn't mention it but she saw his eyes sneakily flicking up as he fiddled with his coffee, taking in her beautiful feminine curves wrapped in the tight fitting fabric, making her smile inwardly as he checked her out.
“Here,” she added, dropping some sachets of sugar down onto the table for him.
“Thanks for the sugar, sugar,” he said with a cheeky grin as he tore open one and poured it into his steaming black coffee. Evie didn't reply, simply smiling and scanning around the bustle of people rushing around on set around them. Pulling the lid off her coffee as well, she shook a packet of sugar and poured it into her own rich black coffee, stirring it with an ineffective plastic stick.
“Want something hot and black inside you huh?” he said with a little flick of his eyebrows, pulling her attention back to him.
“Oh you know it baby,” she purred in response, giving a wink and delightful little flick of her tongue. He gave a laugh and sipped his coffee, knowing she didn't normally drink black coffee.
“They were actually out of milk over there, I don't have time to wait for them,” she said with a giggle, taking a sip of her coffee and giving a slight wince at it.
“As bad as ever isn't it?” she commented, standing it down as she let the taste dissolve over her tongue.
“Burnt and over-brewed, yeah,” he said, taking another draw of his own cup.
“It's all about the company though,” he added, giving her a playful wink.
“Such a charmer,” she said with a half roll of her eyes and giggle, playing it off casually even as she let it melt her inside ever so slightly, loving the compliment. He went back to his tablet, casually sketching something, tempting her to look over at his work, craning her neck to try and see what it was he was working on.
“Yes...?” he said with a knowing glance up to her, knowing she was watching him.
“Just trying to see what you're working on, rather than enjoying my fleeting company,” she challenged, flicking her eyebrows up at him in a feisty sort of way. With a joking sigh that told her she could have anything she wanted, he turned to tablet to her to show off some brief but quite detailed concept sketches of character art, with some possible suit or armour designs. A couple were of her, The Wasp, but others were of Ant Man himself and some other characters from the original comics.
“I'm trying to just come up with some new ideas for some of these classic characters and costumes from the old comics,” he said, swiftly flicking from the sketches to a few old Ant Man comics he had open to show her what he was looking at, some classic shots of her own character and others in comic books from decades before.
“They're good so far, maybe they can fit them in somewhere,” she said, taking them in.
“Maybe for Ant Man 3,” he said with a laugh, flipping back to his sketches.
“Whoa, let's get through this one first,” she said with an equal laugh, sipping her coffee again as he switched off the screen and put the tablet down.
“I'm sure it's going to be great,” he assured her, giving her another genuine smile, and a further flick of his gaze down at her snug suit.
“I hope so, it's fun to work on, really hope it all pays off,” she said, looking around as people continued to bustle around them.
“You've got the character down well, I think you're really bringing together a great Wasp persona from the script,” he said.
“And your help,” she replied, nodding to him to gesture that he couldn't forget his own involvement.
“Well, I don't like to big myself up. You're the one on screen delivering it,” he said, looking down a little shyly.
“Hopefully they can fix it all in post,” she giggled, making him laugh and breaking the slight tension.
“They'll just make you look even better,” he said, draining the rest of his sub-par coffee. They were interrupted by a call back to set, Evie having to finish up and get back into position. Glancing down at her suit, she looked back up to him slyly.
“I'm not sure everyone could handle that,” she said with a little flick of her eyebrows, draining the last of her coffee and turning to slide off the seat and walk back into the crowds of workers getting back into place. He just stared after her for a moment, watching her lithe body moving beautifully in the close fitting suit, hugging every gorgeous curve of her body, accentuating her ass. She didn't look back at him, and he gathered up his things and dropped the cups together to take to the bin on his way as he stood up himself and headed back to resume his position on the side of the set. He was given a very privileged position, able to see all the action as they filmed and take in their performance first hand. It was so he could give any advice on the characters as and when, but they didn't really need him much. They just chatted with him between shoots or for a few minutes before or after the days shooting. It was a pretty sweet gig he thought, and he intended to enjoy it as much as possible.
The days just melted past so easily on set, taking it all in. It wasn't his first time on a movie set, but it was his first time being so closely involved with the shoot overall rather than just being essentially a writing advisor, which he was excited for. But it was the fact that he seemed to have clicked so thoroughly with Evangeline Lilly; they just seemed to get on so well, and he couldn't deny having a thing for her that had only got stronger the more time he spent around her. He'd liked her since her days on Lost and now to spend time with her one-on-one every day was a huge stroke of luck. It made going to work every day far more enjoyable.
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The next day, another day on set, he was watching Evie do her thing on set in her snug costume, taking in the curves and detail of her tight body as she worked with stunt co-ordinators and directors, a few of whom got to put their hands on her fine body. It was nothing sexual, merely work, but it rankled at him a little as he wished he could get his hands on her; he knew he was just one of many though, and it was just a fantasy.
“She looks great huh?” said a female voice, and he turned to see the young costume designer behind him, drinking in Evangeline Lilly with her eyes, taking in her handiwork as the Canadian star worked on set.
“Yeah she does, you did a great job with it,” he said, wanting to genuinely share his appreciation for her fantastic work.
“Thanks. Does she look right?” she asked, looking at him quite earnestly.
“How do you mean?” he replied, looking back to Evie under the lights momentarily.
“Like to the character and the comics. Is it right, does it fit in?” she clarified, obviously concerned about the cannon of the story.
“Of course. The Wasp was red and black in some of the older comics, but it was still a similarly tight fitting costume with the same blend of colours and design to it. You've just given it a modern update, like all the characters have had in superhero movies, and it looks great,” he said with a smile. She smiled back and looked to the set again herself, taking things in once more.
“It really came out great, but it must be tough to work in up there, all those lights and that tight suit. And she has a corset on underneath, it's gotta be tough,” she lamented, appreciating the effort.
“It can be, I know some other actors have complained about the suits, but I understand she has no complaints about it and finds it pretty easy to work in,” he said, since he had heard that from her.
“Yeah?” the designer said, smiling as her mood immediately lifted again as he turned away from the set to her.
“So I hear. She seems pretty cool with it, so you've obviously done a good job,” he confirmed.
“That's good, really pleases me if people like wearing the stuff I design for them,” she said.
“It could be worse, in a lot of the old comics the heroine gets tied up and restrained a lot,”
“Like...bondage? Really?” the designed asked a little incredulously, eyes widening a little.
As their conversation developed, filming had paused and everyone was told to take five and catch a break from under the lights and they stepped off the set, taking a deep breath and luxuriating in the cool air. Evie had caught the sound of them talking, mentioning costumes but hadn't really taken any notice, when her interest was suddenly piqued by the mention of bondage. Immediately intrigued, she carefully edged a little closer to them whilst keeping her focus elsewhere, lest she be discovered so as to covertly listen in to their chat. Bondage and BDSM were actually a big part of her sex life, though nobody knew about it and she kept it completely private. But it certainly interested her for somebody else to bring it up.
“Yeah like bondage, I guess that was what a lot of the comics were going for as a background theme, but it's not painted that way directly in the pages. It's not so sexual,” he said.
“How's it done?” the costume girl asked, seeming genuinely curious about it.
“Well with a lot of classic characters, such as Wonder Woman especially, they get captured and taken captive by the main bad guy of the story, and tied up, usually with rope. It's all about restraining them, rendering them powerless until the inevitable, heroic escape to seek justice and save the day. So it wasn't done sexily, but it has that same vibe to it,” he said, giving a brief overview.
“Hmm, guess it's not so innocent nowadays,” she commented.
“I guess not. So it could be worse, she could be getting tied up and stuff to go with the costume,” he said with a smile.
“Oh I'm sure you'd really hate that,” she said slowly with a naughty smile, giving a wink and turning to walk off, leaving him with the suggestion that they saw his interest in the lead female actress of the film. Evangeline smiled to herself as she sidled away, happy she'd overheard the conversation; it had only confirmed something she'd suspected already really, that he was into her, but had also suggested that he might have more than a passing interest in something she herself was heavily invested in. She had little time to muse over it however as they were called back to set by the director, pulling her from her thoughts to walk properly back to her position and focus her mind.
Filming continued throughout the day, through a quick lunch as they pushed to keep on time until a brief afternoon break when everyone was given the chance to recharge themselves with another cup of poorly made coffee. As soon as everyone was dispersing quickly around him he caught sight of Evie, who made a matter-of-fact gesture to him to get the coffee and that she would find a place for them to sit. He smiled at how in tune they were, quickly hustling through everyone to get them two cups of coffee, adding milk to one for her and grabbing a few packets of sugar to take the edge off. He carefully manoeuvred backed through the crew to break free and find where she had gone to sit, finding her tucked away in a quiet, more secluded corner.
“Thanks,” she said as he put the coffee down, immediately getting to work with the sugar. She needed a little boost after a long afternoon filming, before the final few hours depending on how it went.
“No problem,” he said, shuffling onto the seat with his own coffee and adding a sachet to the dark nectar, stirring it up quickly and then taking a long sip.
“So, you're into bondage huh?” she asked abruptly, looking him in the eye across the table with a smirk. He gave a cough and just about refrained from choking on his coffee, looking at her with wide eyes momentarily.
“What?” he asked, caught off guard.
“I overheard you talking over there, about the bondage in comics and stuff,” she said with a laugh, putting her own cup down.
“Oh right...” he answered, managing to keep things together.
“Interesting conversation to be having,” she probed, raising an eyebrow slightly.
“She was just saying about your suit, and we got talking about the old comics,” he said, sipping his coffee again.
“Yeah?” she encouraged, simply aiming for him to keep going.
“Well she mentioned things could be seen a bit...kinky. Like all the tight leather and stuff, it's a bit bondage inspired. But as I explained to her there was a lot of that sort of stuff in the old comics,” he said, getting into his stride a little as he talked about his subject.
“Such as what?” she asked.
“Hold on, let me find you an example,” he said, flicking his tablet on and quickly scrolling through his files to find something to show her. He brought up some classic Wonder Woman comics and turned it to show her; it was the well-known heroine tied up after being captured by some villain, wrestling against her bonds. Evie surveyed it for a moment, taking in the tight ropes around the famous character.
“Very nice, but it's not done in a sexual way you say?” she asked, looking back up to him, keeping her hint of a smile from her lips.
“No. I guess the hint was there but it wasn't portrayed in the way we would see it now. It's not done to be overtly sexy, just the physical restraint for the sake of the story, but it's subtly suggestive,” he said, looking into her eyes and seeing the glint of interest.
“Everyone would think it now though,” she added.
“Oh of course, it's not done like that any more. There's no bondage for you in this movie,” he said with a cheeky kind of smile.
“Almost a shame really,” she replied with a smile of her own, the subtlest hint of naughtiness in it.
“You've still got the suit though, that's close fitting,” he said, casting an eye down over her body briefly.
“Yeah, and I've got a corset on underneath to pull my waist in,” she said, sitting up from leaning on the table and looking down over herself, running her hand over her slender body to her hip.
“Yeah?” he said, having not known for sure that she had one on underneath, “that must make it tight to move around and stuff like you do,” he said, referencing the action scenes she was filming.
“It's alright, it's much like the ones I wear at home” she said, as she took a drink of her coffee. Looking at her, his eyes widening slightly as his heart race spiked as her comment washed over him; She watched his reaction carefully before leaning in a little closer, her eyes quickly checking no one else was in earshot and with a small gesture of her head indicated he should do the same.
“People like us should really wear badges or something,” she almost whispered, before taking another sip and continuing to watch his face for a reaction. It seemed to take agonising seconds for the coin to drop, making her heart flutter in fleeting doubt.
“You know, kinksters like us,” she finished as she nudged his arm with her elbow, her emerald eyes practically beaming at him.
“Oh really?” he asked as casually as he could while his mind danced with thoughts of what she might get up to in her private time.
“Yeah,” she almost teased, taking another overly casual sip of her drink, enjoying the foreplay.
“So you're, um, experienced?” he said, trying to tempt her to talk without being too pushy.
“Very” she stated quite matter of factly, finding her confidence again and deciding to play the game unfolding between them, coaxing him forward into making a move with it.
“What kind of stuff are you into?” he asked quietly, looking up at her levelly as his heart pounded in his chest and his cock stiffened in his jeans. Evie stared him in the eye, holding his gaze as she took a final drain of her coffee and stood the empty cup down.
“Corsets, both the same and much tighter than this one, and much prettier of course. And I wear tight outfits, revealing ones, of all sorts. Leather, latex, lace. Every type of lingerie you can think of,” she said, overwhelming him with one heavily loaded sentence.
“Wow,” he breathed, half in lust for her and half in impression at her boldness to tell him.
“And I like bondage. Tying my husband up is always fun,” she whispered, leaning down towards him over the table before sitting back with a smirk.
“What do you think of that?” she said, challenging him. She knew she was in pretty safe hands, as nobody would believe him if he were to tell anyone what she'd said, despite them being clear friends on set. He paused, weighing up his response.
“I think it's pretty fucking hot,” he replied simply, unable to hold back a smile before taking a final drink of his coffee.
“Not that I sub,” he quickly added, putting the empty cup down on the table.
“Good,” she replied with a smile.
“But this private, alright?” she said in a sterner tone, giving him a look that said she was serious.
“Absolutely,” he replied quickly, not wanting to give her any doubts. A shout from the crew to call everyone back to their places disrupted things and Evie dropped her cup into his.
“Well, back to it.We'll continue this later,” she said with a sly smile and a quick wink, sliding from her seat to walk purposefully back to the set, leaving his eyes locked on the taper of her corset-trained waist until she was out of sight amongst the crowd.
They never got a chance later on that day, as filming continued to the early evening and then everything wrapped up pretty quickly, with Evie disappearing off to get out of her suit and him heading home. He couldn't help but let his mind race with thoughts of her, what she might wear or do in the bedroom, only serving to stiffen his cock immensely as thoughts of her in a tight corset overwhelmed him. He let his mind run wild with thoughts of her enjoying bondage as he stroked his cock to a huge climax that evening, barely able to wait until he could next be alone with her to find out more details of her sex life. He didn't know why she'd chosen to share it with him yet, but he didn't care.
The next day was the end of the week, Friday. Production was well on schedule and the weekend was free for them all to relax for a couple of days away from the hectic life on set. It was still a busy day though, and apart from a quick hello he wasn't able to get time with her for the whole morning. It was only at lunch that he was able to get time with her, when she came to find him after wolfing down a quick snack, seemingly eager to sit down with him as well as she found him at his table. He was casually reading something on his tablet, and not in a particularly private place.
“Hey,” she said with a smile, appearing before him.
“Oh hey, been a long morning huh?” he said, sitting him and putting his tablet down.
“Yeah, long shoot today, but if we get the weekend off,” she shrugged.
“Worth it,” he replied.
“Do you wanna find somewhere quieter so we can...talk?” she asked in a loaded manner, giving a little cock of her eyebrow to hint that it needed privacy.
“Sure, let's go,” he said, standing up as she immediately turned away to seek out a spot, knowing he wouldn't refuse her. They looked around a little until they were able to find a table tucked off to the side, not quite as secluded as might be ideal but private enough if they kept their voices down.
“Much more quiet to talk,” she said as they settled into the chairs.
“Much,” he responded simply.
“Since I'm sure there's lots you want to ask me,” she said with a smile, that same naughty smile he'd seen the day before.
“There is?” he said, not wanting to put his foot in it immediately in case she'd changed her mind somehow.
“Come on, I know there's lots you want to know about...me,” she said after a pause with a flick of her eyebrows.
“Yeah there is,” he admitted, looking into her eyes.
“So hit me,” she said, inviting him to just open up with no fuss.
“What stuff do you like wearing in the bedroom?” he asked, keeping it controlled initially, careful to keep his voice down in case anybody was too close.
“Pretty much everything, I love dressing up. I wear all sorts of corsets, much tighter than what I have here, and they're pretty overbust ones. Stockings, suspenders, all types of underwear really. I have some kinky latex stuff as well, so I can get dressed up all smooth and silky,” she beamed with a smile from her whispering.
“Very nice, you must look stunning,” he said quietly, holding her gaze and taking it in.
“I think I look alright,” she said with a slight laugh, breaking the tension a bit.
“Do you like toys?” he asked.
“I've got quite a collection, you know how they just build up! They can be great fun though as I'm sure you know,” she said, looking up and giving him a wink.
“I do, they can really add something. What have you got?” he probed.
“Oh everything really. Dildos and vibes, beads, plugs, whips. Stuff to wear like collars, rings and strap-ons,” she said, acting as though nothing stood out and easily opening up now.
“You said you like bondage?” he continued, using the easing of conversation to move onto what he wanted to really know.
“Yeah I love it, absolutely gets me going. I love the act of restraining someone, taking control and rendering them helpless. And there's all sorts of restraints; rope or handcuffs, or leather straps, tape, zip ties. And you can blindfold or gag them, helping to heighten sensations. Just so many options and it's so fun to do, because it gives you the control to do what you want,” she enthused, waving her hands more animatedly as she spoke.
“Sounds like you enjoy taking charge,” he said.
“I do, it's definitely my thing. I'm in control of things and that does it for me,” she replied.
“So you're dominant then?” he said, getting to the point.
“Yes, I'm dominant. With my husband I'm completely in charge, and he's submissive to me, which is his thing so it really works. I get to control things and he loves that. We have a great dynamic,” she gushed, evidently pleased with how things were for her at home.
“You mentioned owning strap-ons, and being dominant...are you into pegging?” he asked after a slight pause. Evie hesitated to reply as someone walked a little close to them, waiting till they passed.
“Yes, I'm into pegging,” she said with a cool, effortlessly sexy smile, as if the question were something she received all the time.
“I've been into that for years. As I say I love taking charge, and that's a big part of it. It's very enjoyable all round,” she finished.
“So I hear,” he replied, going on what he knew about it.
“Ever done it?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“No, never have, not my thing,” he answered.
“Shame, you don't know what you're missing. Maybe you just need someone to introduce you to it,” she said with a sly smile.
“Who do you have in mind?” he asked with a smile, not really serious but wanting to goad her.
“...Somebody,” she said, not giving anything further.
“Well we'll park that for the moment,” he said, closing the subject.
“Yes, let's. Tell me, what do you like? This can't be all about me,” she said with a look that told him he needed to play along if he wanted to find out more. He took a glance around quickly and leaned in close to her again, heart pounding in his chest at the excitement of their conversation.
“I'm dominant as well, I've never been one for the submissive side of things. I love taking charge and leading things,” he said as she listened intently.
“Like being the boss huh?” she said with a smile, enjoying the conversation as he was.
“Yeah, it's what does it for me. I love it when I have a girl that loves being submissive, I get the most pleasure when I see her enjoying what we do,” he continued.
“That's good, you like being in tune with your partner,” Evie elaborated.
“Yeah definitely. It doesn't work for me if they're not completely into it. This stuff is all about trust and connection after all,” he said.
“Agreed. So what stuff do you like doing as the dominant person then?” she asked, egging him on for details.
“A bit of everything really. Like you I like bondage, the act of restraining someone is so powerful, just making them yield. And the dressing up stuff, I love seeing a girl wearing sexy corsets and stockings, leather, heels...” he said, trailing off somewhat wistfully as he contemplated it.
“Sounds good,” she said, taking it in.
“And some pain to go with the pleasure; I like using the toys and stuff, that's good certainly, but also inflicting a little pain to do with it. Using the whip or cane is good fun, or just spanking, clamps, stuff like that. Adds a wonderful blend of sensations to go with all the rest when we...” he said, keeping his voice low as someone walked by again.
“Fuck,” Evie finished for him.
“Yeah,” he said with a slight laugh, joined by her.
“Sounds like we both like the same things, a good wide view of it all,” she said, getting more serious again.
“And we both like being dominant as we do it,” he said, feeling confident to just talk with her now.
“We do, but...I'd love to have someone to submit to again,” she murmured, looking up into his eyes.
“Really? I thought you were very confidently dominant?” he said, a little taken aback since he rarely met anybody that went both ways properly.
“I am, it's very much what I'm about and have been for a long time, but sometimes I just want to be dominated myself. To give up that control and just let it happen you know?” she said, appealing to him as somebody in the same position.
“Doesn't your husband ever want to do that?” he asked.
“No, we tried that a couple of times and it just doesn't work. It's not him, or me when I'm with him really, it just doesn't really suit us. So we stick with me in charge, and that works very nicely. It's great, very exciting and I love being in control, but sometimes I just wish I could give that up for a night and be somebody's plaything,” she said with a slightly wistful smile.
“Interesting. What kind of things do you want this guy to do with you? Or is it girl, are you after a mistress?” he said with a smile, that same smile only for her. She gave a laugh and leaned in close to whisper once more.
“No I'm not after a mistress, I don't swing that way. I'd not really mind what he did with me frankly, he can do anything he wants. If he makes me submit and dominates me, he gets anything he wants,” she said, smirking with a little flick of her eyebrows.
“That's quite the invitation,” he murmured, his cock now straining against his shorts as his mind raced with thoughts of what he could do with her.
“I just need someone bold enough to take it,” she murmured in return, looking into his eyes hungrily. The suggestion was there, SHE was there for the taking it seemed, when their moment was broken by the call back to set, cutting through their conversation like a knife.
“Just think about it,” she said as he remained silent, eyes locked on hers, “I know you will,” she giggled, flicking her tongue out as she hopped from her seat and nipped back to the set, gone in an instant, leaving him with a rock hard cock and head full of ideas.
The afternoon moved past, seeming slow to him as he idly sketched on his tablet, drawing superhero outfit ideas and scenes. He'd toyed with the idea of being a comic book artist in years previous but had never felt he had the talent for it, and had ended up pursuing comics in another way. He was glad of that now, as it had led him to Evie, and things were bubbling in a way he could never had dreamed of. He quixotically sketched feminine forms with his stylus, each one taking the form of a suspiciously familiar dark haired woman; he drew them with varying outfits, from completely covered with fairly realistic proportions to the more caricatured style with curves, tiny waists and revealing outfits. Nobody needed him to support the filming and he was free to stay out the way, trying to keep his mind from racing with thoughts of Evie and what she might do. Her suggestion was anything, and that covered a lot of things.
With a break called in the afternoon on filming he was hoping to get Evie alone again, though he wasn't sure how he would progress their conversation. He was disappointed though when she was nowhere to be seen, evidently having been called away for something else. After a few minutes waiting for her, he got a coffee for himself and sat down again with his tablet, sketching away with more of his somewhat lustful ideas.
“Interesting drawings,” he heard suddenly over his shoulder, making him start and sit up in his chair, turning the tablet face down as he turned to see Evie right behind him, a smile on her face. She had snuck up on him silently, a coffee in her hand and mischievous look on her face.
“Don't hide it, they're really good, let me have a look,” she asked, moving round him to sit across the table from him. He hesitated a moment then handed her the tablet, the Canadian cutie flicking the screen back on and perusing his illustrations; she sipped at her coffee as she took them in, flicking through the few electronic pages of them that he'd done, seeing all the variations of costume and figure.
“Inspired by someone perhaps?” she teased, glancing up at him with a smile that said she knew exactly who he'd been thinking of when he drew them.
“Maybe,” he murmured, in sync with her now.
“These are really good, have you ever explored this? Like as a career?” she asked, looking through them more, as if she were able to read his mind.
“I thought about it a lot when I was younger, but I never went for it. I decided to follow a different path,” he said.
“Well maybe you should reconsider, these are great,” she said, handing the tablet back over to him.
“I'm a bit old to change to that now,” he said, figuring he'd gone too far away from it now. She gave a laugh, swallowing a mouthful of her coffee.
“Hardly. You're like 30, there's plenty of time to change, and it's not like you're doing a job totally different is it? You've got real talent, I think you should explore it,” she said, genuinely giving him advice.
“I'll look into it,” he said, feeling buoyed by her comments. There was a silence for a moment as they both drank their coffee, taking a moment before Evangeline spoke.
“You should draw me,” she said, making him look up with a raise of his eyebrows.
“You?” he asked, clearly indicating she should elaborate.
“Yeah, me. Draw me as The Wasp. Your drawings are great, I'd love to see what you did with me,” glancing to his tablet, giving a clear suggestion. He really wasn't sure about that, as then things would be written down, and he didn't want her to take offence.
“Well, I mean I could but...” he said, unsure how far he could push things with her.
“But what?” she asked, wanting to push him a little.
“I'm not sure my drawing would be to your...taste,” he said. Even though she had told him in detail how she was into bondage, he didn't want to take too many chances.
“I'm sure it would, but tell you what; you do two drawings of me as The Wasp. Do one in the style you think I'd like to me portrayed in, whatever scene or scenario you think I'd like to see,” she said.
“And the other?” he asked, heart squeezing harder as he waited for her answer.
“Draw me in whatever way you want. Any outfit, any scenario, take some liberties with my figure if you want, just let yourself run wild,” she said with a naughty smile.
“Any way?” he asked, wanting her to be clear.
“Absolutely anything you like. I want to see what you come up with, and how you imagine me if all bets were off,” she teased.
“Ok then,” he said, unable to keep the grin from his face, “I'll do those.”
“We've got the weekend, so how about you use that and I'll see them on Monday?” she offered.
“I'll see what I can do,” he said, just as the call back to set was made again, their time hastened by her delay.
“Very good, don't let me down,” she almost purred, giving him a wink and turning to walk away, downing the last of her coffee as he watched her ass again in the snug suit. He sipped the last of his own, wincing at the cold relics as he contemplated the task and how he might draw her. Of course he had lots of ideas for how he could draw her, both in the style she wanted and especially the way he wanted to, but he felt he had to strike the right balance. He very much desired to surprise her, but also tempt her.
The day at work waned away and they were finally free to escape for the weekend; filming was going well to schedule so it had been decided they could all have the couple of days break from set, giving some people a chance to head longer distance and see their families. He didn't need to, living locally in LA, but just relished the weekend to catch up on some sleep and now get his drawings done for Evie. On the Friday evening after work he headed for a bar and got himself a couple of nice cold beers to unwind, idly sketching ideas for how he could draw her on his tablet, though he was interrupted by a couple of friends who happened to be out at the same bar. He didn't say a word about Evie of course as he enjoyed catching up with them. A couple of beers turned into quite a few beers, and by the time he got home he collapsed into bed and an easy sleep until Saturday morning.
Over the course of the weekend he worked tirelessly on his drawings of her, mind focused singly on the task to complete it to the utmost quality. It was not only his desire to impress Evie, but his meticulous nature that drove him to chase perfection in it. It took him several attempts to distil the idea for her version of The Wasp like she wanted; he wasn't sure exactly her motivations and desires for her portrayal of the character, but he figured from what he knew of the script and her personally, especially now after their revealing conversations, that she would want to be seen as strong and heroic, independent with some sexiness to her. Something that would suggest people could enjoy looking at her but anything else would be at her whim.
The other drawing was even more difficult; he most definitely had no shortage of ideas for what he could do with her, how to change her costume or body, how he could show her as helpless and bound. He struggled with how best to go at it to incorporate his desires for her and tempt her with it, but finally managed to work with a concept he felt balanced both. The weekend passed both quickly and slowly with the work and anticipation until Monday rolled around again. He kept touching and tweaking his drawings, never quite sure they were good enough, detailed enough or simply of enough quality to show her.
Monday morning on set, after a broken night of sleep, he was in good and early ready to get on with things. He saw Evie arrive promptly as usual and everyone got to work as normal, and he even got pulled in for some character advice and direction through the morning. He applied himself with his normal enthusiasm, unable to resist delving into anything to do with comics, but his mind was half distracted as he waited for a moment alone with Evie. He didn't get any time with her alone over the morning, shooting keeping her busy, missing their morning break to talk with the director over some things he wanted to change up. It was only at lunchtime that he got her again after a long, ponderous weekend.